“Life is an illusion. I am held together in the nothingness by art” —Anselm Kiefer
Vacant Nah
Empty featureless
Latent Yah
Oh, what a void there is in things —Aulus Persius Flaccus
Odeless urns
Armless Venuses
Unframed Yah
Visiting a museum is a matter of going from void to void —Robert Smithson
Naked style
Uncultivated
Untamed Yah
To drop into being means to recognize your interconnectedness with all life, and with being itself —Jon Kabat-Zinn
Blamed strangers
Defamed intimates
Unclaimed Yah
All my images are self-portraits, even when I’m not in them ―Nuno Roque
Grand designs
Tacit connections
Yah traces
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect —G.K. Chesterton
Expressions
Priceless possessions
Yah graces
Take care of your inner, spiritual beauty. That will reflect in your face —Dolores del Rio
Composing
Spontaneity
Yah blazes
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions —Marcus Tullius Cicero
Miming rhyme
Voicing pantomime
Yah faces
Music and silence combine strongly because music is done with silence, and silence is full of music —Marcel Marceau
Out of Nah
Foreshadow of art
It’s all Yah
A nose that can see is worth two that sniff —Eugene Ionesc
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I wish I had made an effort to see Marcel Marceau perform live. Because I loved Chaplin my dad took me to Powell St in SF to see Robert Shields. He was great, too. Almost as well known as MM for a brief time. Great job, as always, E. Sum.
I got to see him perform live when he was very old. He still had it though. He did one act where he got a “happy mask” stuck on his face. You could see the terror and anger of him trying to remove the “mask” all while he kept that happy mask smile. How he could express those emotions with a smile stuck on his face was phenomenal. I fell in love with Marcel Marceau when I was a little girl watching him when he’d be a guest on the Red Skelton show. Hadn’t thought of that in years!
so much happiness represented by these pictures 😀
These pictures are stunning. I particularly like the Marcel Marceau quote and your accompanying poem. I had to ponder both a while. 🙂 This is a very optimistic post, which is very needed in these times.
Merci beaucoup, LuAnne. Yah for optimism! Your description of Marceau, for me translates into mime what Mozart, also Debussy, perhaps other composers tell us about music being the silence between the notes. 🙂